o abrahe's army, you will be defeated in the end. this palestine is ours .r share is destruction. ah, his heart is singing. the orange of my city. we become his martyrs. life means homeland. our children walk on the cities. you the narrow streets run happily, their shoes are like delicate flower leaves , their footprints on the dirt are thin and thin. our children are on the dry tree of life. but the laughter does not stop, you iron birds, these pigeons do not keep peace captive in their cages, our children are hungry, the bombs of thirty mothers who stood next to their six children, a girl, next to her mother and her brother , a rock in mesht . the glorious day of quds has become a sight. phosphorus caused this burn in this meat. a substance whose bombs have been dropped on the heads of palestinian civilians about 10 times since the beginning of the zionist regime's genocide in gaza about a month ago. this is while the use of phosphorus bombs was banned after the first world war and according to the 198th geneva convention, white phosphorus should not be us

o army abrahe, you will eventually fail. this is palestine yogurt. your share is destruction. ah, his heart is bloody. orange is my city, we will become its martyrs. life means homeland, our children walk on the cities. in the narrow streets. they are happy. on the soil, our children are thin and weak, on the dry tree of life, their eyes are like ripe fruit, but their hands are clear like a mirror . our children's hands smell of calluses, from their lips full of songs, but the laughter does not decrease, iron birds, these dove drivers cage peace. it does not capture them. our children are hungry, they cannot get enough. a mother with her child. a mother who stood next to her child, a girl next to her mother and her brother stood with a stone in their fists resisting the next day must have been another incident that was reported to you. with the design of the carpet plus, you can own a carpet for free. the carpet is ruined. you can see the children growing up. i remember that i am slowly getting old. age is just a number. if you live healthy, your body will be healthier. ok, bu

o abrahe's army, you will be defeated in the end. this palestine is ours. your share is destruction. ah, his heart is bloody. the orange of my city. we become his martyrs. life means homeland , our children walk on the cities. they run happily in the narrow streets, their shoes are like soft flower leaves their footprints on the soil are thin and thin, our children are on the dry tree of life, their eyes are like ripe fruit , but like a clear mirror, the hands of our children smell of calluses, their lips are full of songs, but the laughter does not decrease , iron birds, these pigeons of peace. does not capture them in a cage. our children are hungry. they are not satisfied. a mother with her child. a mother with her child, a girl with her mother and brother. they stood stone in fist. the heart to stand and resist . the next day, something else happened. holy rosary has become spectacular. in the name of allah, the most gracious, the most merciful, today, at the head of the issues in the islamic world is the issue of palestine and these events there in gaz

o abrahe's army, you will be defeated in the end. this palestine is ours . your share is destruction. ah, his heart is singing, the orange of my city, we will be his martyrs, life is the homeland, our children walk in the cities , they run happily in the narrow streets, their shoes are like delicate flower leaves , their footprints on the dirt are thin and thin, our children on the dry tree of life, their eyes are like fruit, but like a clear mirror, our children's hands smell of corns , from their lips full of songs, but laughter does not decrease . o iron birds, these doves of peace are not captured by their cages. our children are hungry. the bomb does not satisfy them. a mother with her child. a mother with her child, a girl with her mother and brother. a stone in a standing fist , they gave the heart to stand and resist. roses, you must have heard something else later. the glorious roses of quds became a sight. we get to know jameel abu aasi. he cooks food for his friends for thousands of palestinian refugees in gaza. i they cook food for refugees who s

the stones of our curse came with fiery meteors from the sky, the army of abrahe, you will end up breaking, this palestine is ours, your share is destruction. ah, his heart is singing, the oranges of my city, we will be his martyrs , life is the homeland, our children walk on the cities. they walk happily in the narrow streets , their shoes are like tender flower leaves, their footprints on the dirt are thin and thin, our children are on the dry tree of life , their eyes are like full fruit, but like a clear mirror , our children's hands smell of calluses, from lips full of their song , but the laughter does not diminish, o iron birds, these dove-catchers do not hold their cages of peace captive. children we are hungry bam can't get enough of them. a mother with her child. a mother with her child, a girl with her mother and brother. they stood stone in fist. the heart to stand and resist. the next day, something else happened . has been rozkoh quds has become a sight to behold. i have 6 children. displace us. cut off our water and gas. o people, have mercy on us. o muslim, look at us. it i

by one they were burned, the stones of our fists came with fiery meteors from the sky, the army of abrahe, you will eventually break, this palestine is ours , your share is destruction. ah, his heart is singing, the independence of my city, we will become its martyrs, life. it means the homeland, our children walk on the cities, they run happily in the narrow streets, their shoes are like soft flower leaves , their footprints on the dirt are thin and thin, our children knock on a dry tree, our children's hands smell of calluses, from lips full of their song, but the laughter does not diminish , o iron birds, these dove-catchers are caged for peace they are not satisfied. our children are hungry. bam can't get enough of them. a mother with her child. a mother with her child. a girl next to her mother and brother. they stood stone in fist. they gave courage to stand and resist. the next day, another incident must have been reported on the headlines, and quds day has become spectacular. for thirty days, the bombs of the zionist regime have been hitting gaza one after another. you can see a m